A Giger Love Story

 
I heard her DNA on a cassette tape,
The radio was made out of human matter
Decorated with sunlight and jewellery.
She had the eyes of a pigeon,
Her teeth were made of tomb stones
With a hair-sprayed bob of spider legs
And a misshapen tongue of proboscis design.
Ripples of sound eroded at the static horizon
She held my heart like a stopwatch.
My addictions arose from the jealousy
But pursuing the addiction increases tolerance,
It is then, I started burning like fossil fuel.
I felt so ugly in my pig skin,
The sun rumbled across the sky,
A warmth that we embraced as one
We claimed nature for our opera of perversions,
Hammering our fingernails into each other,
I pleased her with my shotgun romance.
The Earth rotated like a light bulb
And into the night we lay dressed in starlight,
She felt so divine in her insect husk
Touching herself with love and disease
Like a carnivore turning to cannibalism.